"I know," Qiao yanze stuck out his tongue and licked the blood at the corner of his lips, his low and hoarse voice carrying a hint of mockery. Yinian's mother, Wen Yan, was one of father's mistresses. You couldn't do anything to father, so you took your anger out on them."
"Do you think it's that simple?" The corners of Mrs. Qiao's eyes were red, and her usually neat hair was messy. She no longer had the demeanor of a noble lady. she's not your father's only mistress. Why do I have to make things difficult for her? " That woman appeared beside your father when I was pregnant with you. She knew that I was pregnant, but she still tried all kinds of ways to show off to me. Even when I gave birth to you, she pestered your father and didn't let him come to see us mother and son. After that, she even threatened my position. What's more hateful is that even with that, your father still couldn't bear to let her hate me. I wanted to burn her bones and scatter her ashes!"
